Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 208 Master Fufeng
He Shan appeared dazed.
Despite being nearly strangled to death by the clan elder, he did not struggle at all.

From the moment Li Wushou suddenly launched his attack, he had felt like he was dreaming.

The clan chief was beaten to a pulp, the clan elders were plastered all over the walls, and the once countless ancestral tablets had vanished into thin air.
How could someone make such a huge mess?

No, for the He family of Daishan City, this wasn't just making a mess; it was completely destroying their world.

The urgent cries for help from another clan elder echoed in his ears.

The other party seemed to have great hope in the intervention of the Old Ancestor Fufeng, but He Shan had no hope; his heart was filled with despair.

He had spoken with Li Wushou for some time before heading to Wuhe Village.

The question they asked most often was about the information of Ancestor Fufeng.

He had assumed that the other party was simply showing respect for the reputation of the Fufeng Ancestor, and he felt quite proud and honored.

It now seems more likely that the other party has designs on Ancestor Fufeng.

Judging from the creepy way the other party was chewing up the eleventh ancestor, how could things be good now that the Fufeng Ancestor has arrived?
Looking at the clan elder who was choking him and hysterically questioning him, He Shan was speechless.

Yes, how did I manage to bring back such a troublesome person in just one trip to Wuhe Village?
Li Wushou had no time to savor the despair of these two men.

With a flash, he appeared beside the clan elder.

The elder felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps rise all over his body. His Foundation Establishment cultivator senses kept warning him. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't even lift his hand.

At this moment, he felt as if he were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.

Not only was his courage completely shattered, but even the flow of qi and blood throughout his body was suppressed.

With a crack, the elder's neck was snapped, and his body fell limply to the ground. Li Wushou moved his feet rapidly and pointed a finger at the forehead of the remaining direct descendants of the He family.

Like a swimming dragon, like a god of war!
Brain matter exploded into blooming flowers in front of the gate of Ding Shi Yuan.

After the exchange, Li Wushou finally improved his control over his strength, no longer as poor as before.

In the blink of an eye, all the direct descendants of the He family fell to the ground, including He Shan and his son, who had invited Li Wushou to the He family.

With a thought, blood seeds appeared in front of Li Wushou and suddenly burrowed into the blood and flesh on the ground in front of the door.

The blood essence instantly saturated, and the corpses turned into withered bones, crushed into powder by the sound of blood and qi flowing with Li Wushou's heartbeat.

With a thought, the Yin-Yang diagram floated above Li Wushou's head and then slowly unfolded.

The blood seeds flew into the picture, leaving five or six seeds, which fell into the body of the newly selected guardian Vajra who had fallen to the ground unconscious.

The powerful blood energy directly drove away the silver liquid from the children's bodies, and also dispelled the inscriptions that had just been engraved on some of the children's bodies.

The body, which has been depleted for many years, is slowly being nourished by blood and energy.

As the blood and qi circulation pathways of the Blood Buddha Scripture within the blood seed unfolded, these children unknowingly and quietly crossed the threshold of absorbing qi.

Li Wushou withdrew his gaze, stomped his foot hard, and the servants who had fainted by the meat racks on both sides of the courtyard suddenly exploded. These people were all veterans of "doing things".

At this point, apart from Li Wushou and the five or six little boys behind him, only one person remained alive in the entire Ding Shi Yuan.

That was the He clan elder who had already begun to hurl insults at Ancestor Fufeng.

"Fufeng, I curse your ancestors! Aren't you coming yet?!"

Seeing this, Li Wushou did not disturb the other party. Five more blood seeds flew out from the Yin-Yang diagram above his head and flew towards the shattered corpses of the He clan patriarch and the other four elders.

These people are all at the Foundation Establishment stage, and their flesh and blood are greatly nourished. Although Li Wushou cannot eat them, they would be very good as tree seeds.

With his hands forming a mudra in front of his chest, his own blood seed burrowed into the shredded flesh, rapidly binding the flesh and blood together, transforming into dark red tree seeds that slowly floated back to the Yin-Yang diagram above his head.

Putting away the Yin-Yang diagram, Li Wushou quietly gazed at the He clan elder, whose insults were becoming increasingly vile.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he looked up at the courtyard above.

The two large trees planted in front of the gate have intertwined, fleshy branches that envelop the entire courtyard.

Outside the fleshy branches, a dark shadow was rapidly descending from the sky.

The dark figure exuded an aura of anger and rage. As it approached the courtyard, its terrifying pressure shattered the flesh and blood branches planted by Li Wushou. In the next instant, the figure was already standing in the courtyard.

The figure was wearing a blue cloak, was not tall, and was somewhat thin, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Before the elder holding the bone fragment could react, he was grabbed by the neck and pulled in front of him.

The figure remained silent, coldly watching the clan elder who had just been cursing his ancestors.

The elder shivered and managed to squeeze out a sentence, albeit haltingly, from his throat:
"Ancestor...you've finally arrived...they're all dead...the ancestral spirits are dead...the clan leader and the other elders are dead too..."

Master Fufeng, with his keen eye and sharp gaze, took in everything within the courtyard.

Apart from the unfamiliar wandering Taoist priest in front of him and a few children behind him, there was no one alive in the vast Ding Shi Courtyard!

Even someone as powerful as Master Fufeng was shaken at this moment.

Today, in his thatched cottage on Mount Dai, he was thinking about the matter of the three cities working together to open a celestial ruin outside Mount Dai. Therefore, he entrusted the usual matter of offering sacrifices to the ancestral spirits to this generation's clan leader.

However, from the moment it started, his sound transmission bone fragments had been vibrating incessantly.

At first, he didn't take it to heart, thinking it was an inquiry about whether he would participate in the sacrificial offerings at the food stall, so he ignored it and focused on deducing the magic array outside the ruins for a while.

Upon discovering that the bone fragments were still vibrating, Master Fufeng realized something was wrong and prepared to listen to what had happened.

Upon opening it, a series of curses were heard, leaving Master Fufeng completely bewildered.

But then he heard that the other party had started cursing him, and gradually even started cursing his ancestors!
That's utterly ridiculous! Aren't Lao Tzu's ancestors your ancestors?
A murderous intent suddenly arose in his heart, and he rose directly from the thatched hut, heading towards Ding Shi Courtyard.

He didn't want to know what had gotten into this elder; he planned to skin him alive and tear him apart in front of everyone once he arrived at Ding Shi Yuan! The He family had produced Master Fufeng in this generation, so naturally, it was his lineage that was in charge.

He usually didn't bother with the infighting among the other factions; he actually thought it was a good thing.

After all, the He family is the most powerful family in Daishan City, and the fierce internal competition prevents the family from decaying quickly.

But now, things have gotten worse; they're pointing their fingers at him and cursing his ancestors?
Holding this elder, Master Fufeng was prepared to teach him a lesson, but the words the elder uttered, combined with the scene at Ding Shi Yuan, shocked him greatly.

The hand gripping the elder's neck loosened slightly, and Master Fufeng asked in a cold voice:
"what happened?"

The elder burst into tears, about to recount the day's events. Li Wushou, however, spoke first:
“He Shan invited me to a banquet at the He family’s residence. I saw that your ancestor’s food tasted good, so I ate one. The others were unwilling, so they had a little sparring with me. As you saw, I think I went a bit too far.”

The elder being carried by Master Fufeng nodded repeatedly. Master Fufeng then threw the elder aside and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Distance seemed to have lost its meaning; in the next instant, Master Fufeng was already in front of Li Wushou.

Its five sharp fingers tore through the void and reached directly for Li Wushou's head.

A glint flashed in Li Wushou's eyes as he sensed the power of the attack, and he became somewhat excited.

As expected of a Golden Core cultivator, he did not disappoint him. Only now can he loosen his grip a little, right?

With his gaze locked on the trajectory of Master Fufeng, Li Wushou steadied himself, suddenly releasing the restraints on his qi and blood. A rushing sound like a river echoed in the courtyard. He threw a punch, and a surge of powerful qi and blood surged straight towards Master Fufeng.

Master Fufeng's expression changed drastically. Even though he had expected this unfamiliar wandering Taoist to be quite powerful, the fact that it was merely about the power of qi and blood was still somewhat beyond Master Fufeng's expectations.

Abandoning Li Wushou's head, Master Fufeng flipped his palm down and grabbed at Li Wushou's fist.

"Bang~!"

A loud explosion rang out inside the courtyard, and the two separated instantly.

Li Wushou took a step back, looked down at his right hand, and saw several deep, bone-revealing scratches that covered the entire back of his hand, starting from his wrist.

The sharp spiritual energy continued to tear at the flesh, but was quickly extinguished by the blood energy seeping from the bones, and the flesh began to slowly repair itself.

Master Fufeng landed back in his original spot, his hands behind his back, displaying the demeanor of a true master.

But the elder lying on the ground keenly noticed that the right hand of the Fufeng Ancestor, which was behind his back, was trembling incessantly.

The clan elder was terrified. His worst fears had come true. Even if Ancestor Fufeng came, he might not be able to defeat the opponent.

Li Wushou withdrew his gaze, his expression becoming more serious. Looking at the imposing Fufeng Zhenren, he murmured:
"As expected of a Golden Core cultivator, that's impressive!"

Master Fufeng's face twitched, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Li Wushou suddenly disappear from his spot, and then he felt a surge of blood and qi rushing to his side.

Fu Feng's mind tightened, and the dark blue cloak he was wearing suddenly billowed up, with violent spiritual energy flowing into it, instantly setting up a spiritual energy shield in front of him.

"Click~!"

The shield was already somewhat overwhelmed the moment it came into contact with the torrent of blood and qi.

Fu Feng's expression changed, and with a quick step, he retreated two zhang.

Suspended in mid-air, his former composure was gone, and he looked somewhat disheveled with his clothes half-open.

Fu Feng ignored all of this, his hands swirling with spiritual energy, and instantly a series of cyan wind blades appeared above his head.

"Bang~!"

With a loud bang, the spiritual energy shield that Fu Feng had erected with his dark blue cloak shattered.

Amidst the flying debris, a tall, slender figure charged out, like a rampaging beast.

Master Fufeng looked solemnly at Li Wushou, who had shattered the spiritual energy shield. He formed a hand seal with both hands, slowly brought them together, and then pointed a finger at Li Wushou.

Suddenly, a face the size of a fist appeared on his exposed belly, roaring angrily, "The wind rises!"

The wind blades, as if guided by an arm, swooped down like a gust of blue wind.

Li Wushou's expression changed slightly. With a thought, he put the Yin-Yang Daoist robe back into the Yin-Yang diagram. This wind blade was quite powerful; he didn't want it to tear his robe.

Then Li Wushou circulated his qi and blood and shouted, "Come!"

"Ding ding ding ding!"

A sharp clang of metal clashing suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

As the wind subsided, Li Wushou stood still.

His body was covered in blood and flesh, cut by the cyan wind blades, and in many places, the white bones were exposed.

The elder lying on the ground was overjoyed. He truly lived up to his reputation as the Ancestor of Fufeng! A glimmer of hope for life began to grow in his heart.

The old ancestor Fufeng, suspended in mid-air, had a solemn expression and did not show the slightest joy. Even Golden Core cultivators of the same level could not withstand his wind blade with their physical bodies.

But the wandering sorcerer not only accepted the offer, but did so very easily.

Although the other party looked terrible, it was only a superficial injury.

His wind blades were completely unable to penetrate the opponent's bone defenses and cut into their internal organs, let alone extinguish their life force.

What kind of monster is this?

While Master Fufeng was still deep in thought, a sense of dread suddenly filled his mind.

Looking down at the wandering Taoist priest, he saw that the priest had quietly raised his head at some point, staring intently at the face that had appeared in his dantian.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the other person tugged at the corners of their mouth, revealing a slight smile, as if asking a question, or perhaps murmuring, and slowly spoke:
"Is this your golden core? Let me see it!"

(End of this chapter)